Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.